Date: Wed, 2 May 2007 16:51:07 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 39

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Note to Reader:  After writing this chapter, it appears that I've now `set
the stage' for the  remainder, or majority of, the rest of my story. There are
still several more  surprises in store for the reader and the characters in
the story. If you  haven't read "Sail Away" yet... might I suggest that you do,
because there is one  more `big' bang heading towards the `estate'. Thanks
to those who've  commented on the story, thus far.



A Lesson In  Time, Chapter Thirty  Nine


The mixed feelings between being aroused and embarrassed played heavily on my
 mind, as my mother began to wash the dirt and sweaty grime off of my back;
while  I knelt on hands and knees next to the examination  table.

"Now  Jordan", mom said, "You don't care if I call you by your real name do
you? It's  much easier talking to you that way, since I'm going to recommend
that you  become Master Kevin's personal caregiver. I think even my son would
appreciate  calling you Jordan as compared to `boy' or `it' or `slave'. It
makes for a more  meaningful bond if you understand what I'm trying to
accomplish here with you  two males."

"No ma'am", Jordan quietly answered; sounding hesitant about why my mother
was  acting more like a maternal figure than a domineering mistress of the
house. "I  would like that very much  ma'am."

"Good", she replied. "Kevin will need a lot of care and attention over the
next  few days, I'm sure; just from what he's been put through and I thought
you'd do  a better job at tending to his needs as compared to John  Henry."

"Yes  ma'am" came  the  reply.

"Now,  even though we can't remove Kevin's hood, we can at least remove his
paw covers  and clean him up in between his toes and trim his nails real nice.
But, we don't  want to ever get his mitts wet, because they are a `cost item'
 that we can  prevent receiving any  damage."

"Yes ma'am" Jordan said, this time sounding just a tad more  interested.

"So, why don't you finish up washing and drying Kevin's back, while I look
through the rest of all the cabinets and cupboards to see what we have
available  to get Kevin all prettied up. We'll get him up on the table when you're
finished  with his back... oh, and don't forget to scrub really well just below
his  neckline."

It was easy to tell that Jordan had taken over the scrubbing of my back; just
by  the way the wet cloth glided over my skin, as compared to the harshness
that my  mom was  using.

Several times, Jordan's flesh made contact with mine; sending signals to my
brain that kept my sexual arousal on high alert. Beyond the scent of the `girly
'  smelling soap, Jordan's own sexual scent penetrated my sense of  smell.

Past  the thuds and clicks of mom's searching through everything, Jordan
managed to  keep his attention focused on me. He didn't even rub my skin dry; but
opted to  do nothing more than to use the fluffy towel to pat my skin,
absorbing the  droplets of water with  gentleness.

"Well done, young slave", mom said; as if she was starting to accumulate a
series of accolades for Jordan. "I'll have you a well trained servant slave
in  no time, if you continue with such  diligence."

"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am", came the joyful sounding, proper  response.

"Now let's see here. How about we take this plastic clamp, to clamp off Kevin
's  piss plumbing and then we can remove his collection bag for the time
being. We  can arrange it so that we can take the clamp off again once our sweet
Kevin is  on the  table."

Another proper response from Jordan, told me that he was either accepting his
 new role on the estate or else he was just doing his best to accommodate my
mom's  wishes.

I  was pretty sure that Jordan's hands were the ones I felt beneath me;
clamping  off the catheter and removing the pee bag from my  thigh.

"Okay  Kevin, let's see if you can stand up and then we'll both help my baby
boy onto  the table so we can get my baby all clean and pretty", mom said in
what used to  be her normal way of talking to me when I was just a  toddler.

I  brought myself up and raised my arms and instantly felt the table in front
of  me. Without the use of my fingers, and just with my padded hands I pulled
myself  up onto my feet; but my head was still spinning, as I began to teeter
back and  forth.

For  some reason, I didn't recall the table being this low to the ground; but
 thankful that it was, as four hands got me turned around so that my butt was
now  firmly planted on the cold steel table  top.

A bit  more re-arranging and I was flat on my back with my hands resting
comfortably on  my stomach. All I heard was a bit of noise overhead, some more
water running and  a few soft foot steps behind  me.

"Jordan,  was there any instructions from Mr. Alderton that I need to know
about, before  we get involved here?" mom  questioned.

"Ma'am, yes ma'am. The only thing that Mr. Alderton told us to do was to
make  sure that Master Kevin got a bottle of stuff from one of the pink bottles
in the  `frig before he ate ma'am." Kevin said with a sound of  assurance.

I  heard my mother move over to the `mini-frig' and apparently, with ease,
located  the correct  bottle.

"All  these new things Mr. Alderton comes up with, sometimes get me confused.
I guess  we can just remove the training penis from Kevin's mouth and let him
suckle the  nipple", mom  said.

"Ma'am, no ma'am", Jordan interjected with `pride'. "I can remove that cap
and  then just twist the bottle on to the trainer in Master Kevin's mouth ma'
am. That  is... if that meets with your  approval."

"Six of one, half dozen of the other", mom said. "I guess it matter not,
because  one way or the other somebody is going to have to hold the bottle for
Kevin  anyway. But, I'm sure that by now Kevin's throat must be getting sore
having to  suck as he has been, for this length of  time."

Nothing much was said, but I felt my mothers fingers starting to massage my
throat as her other hand took hold of the latex trainer and eased it out of my
 mouth. Mom continued in silence for several minutes, massaging more sore
throat  as I breathed in air in a more `human'  fashion.

Finally I was able to say, "thanks mom"; which she seemed to  appreciate.

"Kevin are you thirsty?" she  asked.

"I'm  drier than a popcorn fart", I  replied.

"Kevin, let's not have you taking advantage of your mother like this", she
responded.

There was more noise, but nothing loud. It just sounded dull but  noticeable.
 Then, mom gave instructions to Jordan and soon things started  to change.

"Put that pail on the hook, underneath the table so we can catch anything
that  runs down that hole at the end. Pull those straps down, all of them. Put
that  over there. Put this over here. Get that thing a little closer to the
table. Put  the towels on this little tray table. Put your bath water over here",
were just  a few of the directions mom handed  out.

Someone  lifted my left leg and connected it to one of the straps. "I like
using the  straps instead of chains. Chains make to much noise and besides...
chains make me  feel like I'm back down in one of our standard training rooms. Al
least for  today, I can feel more respectable about working with  Kevin."

My  leg went up and out as the strap was being pulled; guessing that Jordan
had been  assigned that particular task. Next, my right leg was up in the air,
matching  the height and spread of the  left.

"Now  Kevin, I'm going to give you your drink, while your little friend
starts to wash  you", mom once again spoke as if I was still a little  boy.

I  opened my mouth just as soon as the nipple touched my lips. She made quick
work  of easing the entire length of the nipple into my mouth as I began to
suckle  it.

`My, my...  you really ARE thirsty", mom said  apologetically.

"Now just be careful when you remove his mitts. You don't want to get the
mitts  laying where water and soap will get on them", mom said to  Jordan.

Mom  said a few more incidental things to Jordan, as he began to gently wash
my hand,  finger, arm and pit. I felt so comfortable, finally, but knew that
even with the  degree of humiliation I was feeling behind my hood; that more
than likely there  was more to  come.

I  finished the bottle without incident, which came as a surprise to my
mother,  because she remarked; "Kevin, it appears that you've accepted and learned
a  great deal since leaving on your internship. I would have thought perhaps
you'd  struggle with sucking the nipple but it appears as if you've learned
well."

Whatever was in this particular bottle must have been laced with yet another
formidable and delicate narcotic of some  sort.

My  only thoughts were of the passive attention that Jordan was applying to
my body,  ever so careful with my fresh ear piercings; but some of it due to mom
's  incessant  directions.

For some strange reason, unknown to me; my mind was starting to revert to the
 days of yester year. Every time mom called me `my baby boy', `my little
angel'  and a host of other names; I started to feel as if I truly was back in my
 formative  years.

With  the one arm and ear done, Jordan moved to the next arm; as mom moved
aside,  apparently now between my outstretched  legs.

"Does  my little angel need to tinkle?" she  asked.

"Yes,  mommy", I said; not knowing why the hell I replied that  way.

"My  goodness! I haven't seen a ring this big since... I don't know when",
mommy said  rather excitedly.

I could  feel her lifting my dick up towards the ceiling, as she carefully
unwrapped the  gauze bandage from the end of my dick. "Mr. Alderton sure has
done an excellent  job putting your pretty ring in son. I think he gets better at
it every time he  gets a chance to perform such a thing. I wished all boys,
just as soon as they  are born, would get ringed. It would make controlling
some of them a lot  easier."

"Yes mommy, I think you're right", I said as I noticed my words starting to
sound  slurred.

"Well, I'm sure that by now you know that the cute slave, John Henry, had to
 spend two years as a normal slave. He went through a lot, at the hands of
his  own father; and if you ask me, his mother isn't much better. All the nasty
things she's done just so that John Henry and his friend Paul couldn't live
their lives together as Master and slave makes me ill. Would you like to
someday  with a man or a woman,  son?"

My  mind wasn't racing to answer her question. I was more in tune with Jordan'
 s  manipulation of the newer and larger nipple ring on my right tit. It
hurt, but  not in a bad way; as he raised it up to clean and disinfect it, and
moved on to  do the same to the remaining  nipple.

Mom  was still silent, waiting for my answer. I could feel her gently laying
my dick  down on to the flesh of my abdomen and then apparently she'd removed
the clamp  from the catheter; as I soon felt the hot liquid pumping out of my
body upwards  towards my  chest.

"Goodness, gracious... my baby boy sure did have a full bladder", she said
rather  plainly. "But with the baby's pee, it will also help to sanitize the new
hole in  your penis so I'm going to make sure that some of it keeps running
down onto my  baby's new pee  hole."

"Thanks mommy", I said; trying to stave off any more remarks from her; as I
continued to have visions of Jordan and myself having rampant sexual escapes
in  the weeks ahead. She never again asked my sexual preferences; just because
she already knew the answer. I'm thinking that the question was more of a
benefit to  Jordan and the rest of the slaves here on the estate, not to her or
me.


The gentleness of both mom and Jordan became overwhelming, leaving me only
the  blind visions of how the two were now working towards getting me all clean.
I  sure wished that this damn hood wasn't covering my head and face.

Finally the  `steady' flow of piss stopped. The occasional and normal drops
worked their way  down the catheter and onto my body as mom was now running a
finger over my  tightly stretched nuts, making rather  crude comments on how
it used to be  when she would bath me each and every night before bedtime.

By the time  I was all `clean and pretty', mom had instructed Jordan to give
me a good, slow  and `deep' enema. Mom had even pulled up a stool alongside
of my head so she  could keep a keen eye on Jordan, while talking to  me.

"When  your little friend is finished with your enema, we'll get you wiped
down real  good back there and then go over your new decorations one more time,
and I'll  let Jordan wrap up my boy's penis so any blood doesn't spot your
fresh smelling  body. My baby's penis isn't really bleeding all that much, but
for at least one  day, we'd best keep it under  wraps."

"Yes  mommy", I  replied.

Even with Jordan's slow introduction of the warm soapy water up my butt, I
was  still feeling sexually charged up. Thankfully, since my cock had been
through so  much already, it wasn't in any mood to try for an erection.  As the
water  trickled into unknown depths, Jordan slowly massaged my balls, saying to
mom;  "this is one part of Master Kevin that I really  like".

Mom  just had to ask the slave why, to which he answered "well... not to sound
strange  or nothing, but out of all the nuts I've had to suck and lick, I
like your son's  the best."

There were a few more minutes of explanatory comments by both of them, while
my  stomach kept stretching from the water. It seemed as if they were talking
like I  wasn't even in the room, or else that it didn't matter to either of
them that I  was hearing every word, every  syllable.

Mom's attention turned back to me, asking me question after question; which I
 naturally had to  answer.

Then  without even considering that a slave was in the room, mom started to
describe  most all of the changes that the estate was already in the process of
taking; in  order that it, the estate, becomes the best in the land, turning
out nothing but  the finest in male slave flesh world  wide.

Changes, that I knew that I would accept; just knowing that the end result
would  benefit our entire family. After all, what child wouldn't want to help
his  parents build a legacy in such a  business?

There would be a drastic reduction in the number of current slaves, coming
within the next five calendar days. There was to be a conversion of "Slave Barn
 Number Three", to accommodate `younger' indentured slaves. The land
currently  cleared by the `worker slaves' would become additional pasture for what
was to  become a "marketable beef market". The current round of slaves who'd
been  pulling wagons and the one or two cart ponies would start to earn their
keep by  being used as a `respectable means of transportation' to and from
town starting  within a week. Slaves assigned to such duties as `farm and garden
slaves' would  be housed together, thus permitting an even earlier rise in
their daily  schedule.

Several more, less identifiable, changes were forthcoming; but they wouldn't
start until the above mentioned ones were well in hand plus having a new "
Estate  Master" overseeing everything. The bit with the new, Estate Manager, had
me a  bit concerned; as I honestly wasn't even thinking about it for the last
few  hours.

Mom  made it a point to tell me that "as of this moment", that Doc and Frank
had been  picked up by the Feds and that the four youths who had "abused and
molested" me  had also been arrested by the local Sheriff. It didn't sound
all that important  that she told me, but I guess just knowing that bit of
information was supposed  to make me feel better about what I was currently going
through.

I  couldn't even begin to say what number of enemas that Jordan had performed
on me  by this time. All I knew was that I wasn't in distress nor was I any
longer  feeling strange or timid having mom around; seeing me like this and
even  participating in my bath  time.

Mom  continued talking, but with every passing minute her voice seemed to get
a  little more subtle and yet it sounded almost as if she was telling me, all
over  again, how I was to act and to grow up to become a man of means and
substance.

Comments  like, "you should always remember to listen to and obey those in
control, and  not to fear their reasonable  requests".

Another comment seemed to have struck a cord in my inner self when she said,
"remember all of the things you learned in church... especially to honor thy
father and thy mother".  For the life of me, I couldn't imagine why, now of
all times, she would have dragged my elementary religious upbringing into
today's world. Today, was nothing like fifteen years ago. Today was almost the
complete opposite; except that today, like then, we have legalized  slavery.

Jordan's work was nearing completion. I could tell that it was, just by the
familiar fragrance of the body oil he was applying to my skin. His more than
attentive massaging of the oils into my scrotum was more than I could bare;
but  like the `good son' that I am, I prevailed without any embarrassing
incident.

Mom continued with, "You know how much we all love your sister Kevin; and it
is  because of that special love we all have for her that we've decided to
make a  few changes in her summer  schedule."

"That's good mommy", I blurted out, again not thinking first, but only
feeling  the strange inner sensation of wanting to please my  parents.

"Well Kev, it appears that your little friend across the street, where we had
 planned on placing your sister for the summer; has decided that he wants to
learn and explore the indenturement industry, just like  you."

As  soon as mom said that... my mind went racing with all of the times the two
of us  boys used to play ball in his back yard or watch television up in his
room. We  were close back then, but as the years moved forward, the two of us
seemed to  have parted ways, amicably. But I'd never forget the teenage,
puberty, crush I  had on him; just because he was a year older than me and he's the
one who showed  me how to jerk off, and his pecker was twice the size of mine
at the  time.

"So  what dad and I have decided to do is to allow your sister to stay with
the boys  mother for no more than a month and then we will relocate her to the `
estate'.  I'm sure that you will be more than happy to see her, and to see
just how much  she has settled down. Mr. Alderton and his staff have done a
great job with her  attitude and  character."

"Sounds great mommy", I said; as Jordan's magical fingers began rubbing the
oil  into the skin which made up the shaft of my  penis.

"Your  father has even offered the young boy a job for the summer. Isn't
that great?  Daddy was going to offer him an internship much like yours, but
since he only  wants to have one intern on the road at a time; he thinks that
perhaps your  friend will find working here on the estate a good balance of not
only the  actuality of indenturement, but also it might allow him some hands on
experience  before actually taking up an internship with our  company."

I  instantly thought of all the things that I could show and teach him; just
from  my short stint on the road. I could even discuss our company with him in
greater  detail than those stiff pricks back at our main corporate
headquarters could  ever teach him. I mean... look what they didn't tell me, let alone,
look what they  didn't teach me. Why all of a sudden I began thinking of my
former buddy as  nothing more than a cock to suck and an ass to fuck, I'll never
know; but the  sensational vision running rampant in my head did little to
keep my mind on what  was going on around me. I wonder if I should call him
Tyler, or just `boy', or  what.

Just  then, the sounds of footsteps moving down the hall caught my attention.
It  didn't take long to discover that dad; Mr. Alderton and John Henry were
now in  the room with  us.

"Ah,  here we are at last; as one happy family", dad said as he approached. "
So many  bodies in this small room, one would think that having it enlarged
just might be  something to add on to the `to do'  list"

The  free persons all chuckled and ultimately agreed that enlarging this
space would  be deemed appropriate. The two slaves, plus myself remained properly
silent.

"So  much continues to go forward around the estate, yet so much seems to be
lacking  in our attention; that I'm sort of wishing that either the days were
longer or  that we had more spare time to spend here until things got on an
even keel", dad  said; apparently aimed at my  mother.

"Now  sweetie kums", mom said "I've already planned ahead for myself. When
I get back  to the city tomorrow noon, I'm going to hit the ground running.
First thing I've  got to do is to check on our daughter and make sure her
lessons have been  progressing as planned. I'm hoping, too, that by the end of the
week that she'll  be more than ready to accept life and what we've offered
her. There is one thing  though, that has just come to mind and perhaps we should
discuss it later this  evening."

"Fine dear", dad said rather  begrudgingly.

"As you can see honey, I've gotten the slave to wash our baby boy and get
him  ready for a good nights rest. And, I also have filled him in on most of the
 plans that we have for our new acquisition. I think that the medicine Mr.
Alderton gave him up at the processing center plus what he's had down here has
allowed him to think things through much more than if he hadn't gotten his
meds.  Kevin understands his role here now, much better than before and I feel
as if he  wants to please his parents and the company more now than he did
before", mommy  said with her standard domineering  voice.

"Time  will tell my sweets", dad replied. "I'm not concerned so much about
how Kevin  will act tomorrow in the court room as I am about how he will react
to staying  here the whole summer; with everything that you and I have
outlined and planned  for this place. You know as well as I do that none of this was
supposed to  happen for a few years yet and now it has fallen upon us like a
building under  demolition."

"But honey poo", mom piped up rather sternly, "every time we take on a new
venture you get this same way. But everything always works out to our
betterment  and to the benefit of all the employees. Just look how hard every one has
worked  here since arriving. They've all set aside their own needs and wants
and have  consumed their very existence on the situation  here."

Mom  and dad spent a few more minutes, conversing back and forth in their
normal  business/parental manner before they both seemed to turn their attention
back to  me.

"John  Henry has prepared a meal for Kevin and for the slave. Our people have
begun  fixing everyone a great looking dinner upstairs, so we best be
thinking about  wrapping things up down here so we can enjoy the company of those who'
ve worked  so diligently today', dad said enthusiastically.

Mommy  leaned in towards my ear and bid me a farewell. She wasn't planning on
seeing me  anymore until her return next week. Her lips felt warm and moist
against mine,  as her hand made one last run down my chest and over my freshly
cleaned cock.  Her departure left me with mixed emotions, which didn't last to
 long.

The  next time I heard daddy's voice it was coming from between my legs.
Along with  his voice grabbing my attention; his hands were slowly running up and
down my  legs which seemed to get my sexual drive into a higher  gear.

"Your  work continues to amaze me", dad said to Mr. Alderton. "The boy's
legs are  smooth like glass. Our new depilatory system will insure any and all
slave  owners of a more productive life for their slaves, in place of spending
time  shaving them constantly. It will be interesting to see if the `365'
lotion  performs as well as all of the  others."

"Quite true Sir", Mr. Alderton replied. "The one good thing about the new `
365'  is that it only cost pennies more to make than any of the others but we'
ll be  selling it at a much higher  retail."

"That's what I like about you Alderton; you're always looking out for the
company's best interest. Now let's get busy discussing my `boy' here before
we  go and join the others for  dinner."

"Surely Sir, that would be appropriate", came Mr. Alderton's  response.

"Kevin, do you understand everything your mother has told  you?"

"Yes  daddy, I'm pretty sure I do", came my  reply

"Just  so you know, and let me be clear about this Kevin... Jordan will be
YOUR slave. He  is to tend to ALL of your needs. Jordan will also responsible to
John Henry as  he is now our official `trustee'. Jordan will be by your side
twenty four seven.  "

"Yes  daddy, thanks", I said almost as if I was back even further in  years.

"I  don't want you to think that your parents are treating your unfairly or
even  cruelly. The medications we gave you are nothing like what Doc and Frank
had  been feeding you. Any meds we give you are only to allow us to better
understand  the mindset of an ordinary slave boy. Not that you're a slave, but
your every  action and deed will enable us to better perfect our meds; which in
turn will be  just one more benefit to the company and to you and your
siblings. It's not like  you are doing this for our individual pleasure, so just
think of it as another  way your helping the company grow; much like your
performance tomorrow in the  court room."

"Yes daddy", I  replied.

"Performance?", I thought. What "performance" is daddy talking  about?

"It  sounds as if Master Kevin has started to feel the onset of the meds from
 earlier", Mr. Alderton said rather assuredly.  "It probably won't be long
before he is totally reliant on Jordan and others to do for him. His mental
regression should stop... oh say... at around 8 or 9 years of age by tomorrow
morning. We only need to give him one yellow supplement bottle and then one blue
one that I've already  prepared."

"Just everyone remember that none of this is to get back to his mother",
daddy  said in a forceful  tone.

For a  split second, I thought I heard Jordan say something, but he quickly
stifled his  remarks.

"And I need you two slaves to remember, that while Master Kevin is receiving
these meds, that you have to remember that his mind isn't that of an adult.
Some  words you say, he probably won't totally understand, so be gentle with
him,  unless you want to feel the tip of a bullwhip ripping the flesh from your
body",  daddy said kinda  nicely."

I  heard everybody respond to daddy's comment and everybody seemed to be in
agreement; which made me feel so warm and  comfy.

"Now  what about the missing rings?", dad  questioned.

"Well Sir, I thought it best to wait until Mrs. Latimore had left for the
city  before I installed the last ones", Alderton said  politely.

"Kevin, I just want you to know that you are getting two more rings before to
 long. They are just for helping us to better understand and teach new slave
owners the proper and dignified way to treat and handle their property. In
time,  all of the rings will be taken off and then you'll be back to normal,
just like  before. You'll finally understand what it's like in this business,
learning it  from the bottom  up."

"Oh,  daddy... thank you so much for being so nice to me. I really like the
way  everybody has treated me so well and with so much respect", I said; almost,
not  quite sure, if even I knew what I just said or what `door' I had just
opened  up.

"While  we're all here, let's get Master Kevin down from this table. And you
slaves get  busy filling up the yellow bottle for him. And `boy' don't
forget to put a good  amount of grease on Master Kevin's trainer before you go and
stick it back in  his mouth tonight", dad said in what sounded as an almost
humorous  voice.

The  hands that released my bindings must have belonged to daddy and Mr.
Alderton, as  there was that faint feeling of wisps of body hair brushing against
my now  sensitive  skin.

"Make  sure that Master Kevin drinks the whole bottle of yellow, before he
eats dinner  and then after dinner give him the bottle that Mr. Alderton has
left in his  room", dad said as my feet and then knees touched the  floor.

The  scent of man overpowered my senses quite rapidly, even before I felt the
light  fabric of what I knew was that of men's pants, expensive  pants.

My  ears detected the sound of metal. Metal belonging to a zipper; which
quickly  turned all of my attention to the soft, delicate, fragrant, smooth
texture of a  man's penis.

My lips parted, allowing the hard shaft of manhood to enter my mouth. I began
 sucking on the dick with every known and needed fiber in my body. I needed,
wanted and even desired to suck the cock; which for some reason seemed more
reasonable now than ever before. It was almost like a toy, a boy simply
playing  in his own  world.

"And  don't forget to put Master Kevin's tail in either. I've left it on
his sleeping  pad. You boys will have to exercise patients putting it in because
it is the  largest I could find around here, `for now'. We'll see how well
you slaves can  really follow orders when I return in the morning", Mr.
Alderton said, from  somewhere off to my right, as I continued to administer the best
cock sucking  job I'd done up till now on the dick that was now buried deep
in my throat,  allowing me to feel the course curly pubic hairs brush against
my  lips.

"I'm  pretty sure that Master Zeb will appreciate all of this and more", dad
said  rather quietly.


To Be Continued...
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